The Primordial Era: Starting from Being Forced to Become an Apprentice of the Three Pure Ones

"May I ask our ancestor Taibai, could you show my human race a way to survive?"

As Taibai thought, he controlled his own divine statue, which slowly manifested several hazy, illusory images of light and shadow on the open ground in front of the human race.

At this time, the human race had no written language, so Taibai could only use concrete objects to hint at things.

Fortunately, he had shared many of his experiences from the prehistoric era and the characteristics of various forces with the human race, which is why they can communicate in this way now.

The light and shadow shifted and gradually solidified:

First came a fruit shaped like an infant, then a Taiqing Immortal Technique, and finally a fairy mountain shrouded in clouds.

Three illusory figures appeared one after another, suspended silently in the air.

Several human cultivators with high comprehension and the three ancestors were immediately shaken and instantly understood.

These refer to Wuzhuang Temple, Kunlun Mountain, and Wuyi Mountain, respectively.

"Does our ancestor intend for us to travel to these sacred mountains and blessed lands to seek protection and temporarily escape calamity?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the three illusory images of light suddenly vanished.

At the same time, the air in front of the Taibai statue rippled slightly, and a storage bag appeared out of thin air, landing on the ground in front of Suirenshi.

Suirenshi took a deep breath, stepped forward to pick up the storage bag, and probed inside with his divine sense. Even with his calm and composed nature, he couldn't help but shudder.

At the same time, a calm voice resounded deep within the minds of every human present:

"As heaven maintains vigor through movement, humanity should strive unceasingly. The Holy Mother and the Church Leader cannot protect humanity forever."

The great calamity will ultimately be faced by you yourselves; make plans as soon as possible.

The voice faded away completely without a trace, and the statue of Taibai returned to its usual solemn tranquility.

Only Suirenshi gripped the bag tightly, stood still, and fell into deep thought.

A moment later, he immediately summoned the most powerful cultivators among the human race to gather together, clearly to discuss important matters.

In contrast, Taibai, who was far away atop Mount Wuyi, had done everything he could.

The warning has been issued, the path ahead has been pointed out; the rest depends on humanity's own destiny and choices.

He began to unleash his full power, mobilizing the spiritual energy of the mountains and rivers to reinforce the protective mountain array layer by layer.

We will do our best to enhance its protective capabilities, hoping to provide a temporary shelter for more people.

Since the first war between the Lich King and the Demon King was forcibly stopped by the Dao Ancestor, the prehistoric world has fallen into a strange calm.

There were no more large-scale conflicts between the Lich and the Lich races, and even friction was rare. The leaders of both sides were also unusually silent.

However, the calamity that permeated the world did not dissipate; instead, it grew stronger day by day.

The entire primordial world was shrouded in a sense of oppressive silence, as if a storm was brewing.

At this moment, ten thousand years have passed, and the wounds that Emperor Jun suffered in the past have not yet fully healed.

He and most of the high-ranking members of the Demon Court were in seclusion recuperating.

The entire Demon Court shifted from conquering all sides to recuperating and secretly accumulating strength.

Donghuang Taiyi worked almost non-stop, trying to find a way to counter the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation from the Donghuang Bell.

However, precisely because of this, the Demon Court may also have oversights in some aspects.

Deep within the core of the Sun, an ancient tree takes root.

This is the Fusang Divine Tree, one of the ten innate spiritual roots, which was transformed from the origin of the Sun Star.

At this moment, on the crown of this sacred Fusang tree, ten small suns were bound within it.

These small suns were not in the form of three-legged golden crows, but rather ten blazing pure golden light bodies.

For millions of years, only the true fire of the sun has been boiling here, and no living being has ever set foot here.

However, on this day, the silence of this place was broken by an intruding, unfamiliar presence.

A figure leisurely stepped into this forbidden area.

The newcomer wore a black robe embroidered with dark gold flowing fire patterns, his face obscured by a layer of sunlight.

Only a pair of eyes, exceptionally deep, clearly reflected the ten suns on the branches.

The ten golden crows' luminous bodies contracted almost simultaneously, then burst forth with even more dazzling light.

Countless divine thoughts, mixed with vigilance, instantly focused on this uninvited guest.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into the forbidden area of ​​the Sun Star and approach my brothers? Aren't you afraid of being punished by Father Emperor?!"

The leading golden crow emitted a booming wave of divine thought, carrying an innate majesty.

The newcomer stopped in the void of the sea of ​​fire, slightly raised his head, and faced the ten rays of light, saying:

"I am a disciple of the Goddess Xihe, on duty in the Sun Palace, and my Taoist name is Yanyang."

"Today, by the decree of His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor Di Jun and the Goddess Xihe, I have come to the Sun Star to meet with the ten princes."

"A decree from Father and Mother?! Speak quickly! What decree is it? Does it grant us permission to leave?"

The other golden crow, whose temperament was particularly impatient, had its body flashing wildly, and its divine sense was filled with urgency.

Yan Yang was not surprised by the intense reaction of the Golden Crow Princes, and even smiled faintly.

He slowly raised his right hand, palm facing upward, and a golden token quietly appeared:

"His Majesty and His Majesty have decreed that the ten princes have been cultivating quietly under this Fusang Divine Tree for tens of thousands of years. Their foundations are gradually becoming solid, and they have completed their tribulations."

Therefore, it is hereby decreed that the ten princes may immediately depart from Fusang, roam the heavens and earth, and observe the lower realms, so as to complete their path to enlightenment.

"Leave Japan? Can we really leave this godforsaken place?"

"We can get out! We can really get out?"

"The lower realm! We're going to the lower realm!"

"Haha! Tens of thousands of years! Finally... finally, we're no longer trapped here!"

"Freedom! Father and Mother have finally granted us freedom!"

"Quick! Quickly untie these damned chains! These bonds!"

……

At this moment, the ten golden crows released the most intense light they had ever shone since their birth.

They flapped their wings frantically, fueled by a longing that had accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years.

Like a volcano that has been suppressed to its limit, it can no longer be contained and erupts with a roar.

They yearn for the vast and boundless天地 (heaven and earth) and for the freedom to soar, and they can't wait to rush out immediately.

The blazing sun stood silently in the center of this raging sea, its figure strangely stable amidst the flames.

His face remained obscured by the flowing sunlight, indistinct, only a calm voice piercing through the scorching noise:

"Your Highnesses, please be patient. The restrictions will be lifted for you now."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeve, and a stream of magical power shot straight into the trunk of the Fusang Divine Tree.

"Buzz!!!"

Suddenly, a loud buzzing sound erupted from inside the Fusang Divine Tree.

The restriction that had been in place for hundreds of thousands of years immediately began to crack.

Immediately afterwards, the chains that bound the ten suns began to crumble inch by inch, turning into countless golden specks of light.

After the restraints were completely removed, the ten golden crows soared wildly around the Fusang tree like madmen.

After doing all this, the Taoist named Yan Yang seemed to move slightly.

"It's finally done."

Bathed in sunlight, a low, enigmatic laugh seemed to drift through the air.

He then stopped looking at the ten princes who were about to cause a huge uproar.

His figure transformed into a streak of light, swiftly disappearing towards the northern part of the prehistoric wilderness.